Infinite spaces, such as the mind fails to imagine, stretch through the night of the worlds. There things be born, live, and die: stars, their systems; galaxies, their clusters: it is destroyed and reborn; and this continual conflagration has no witness, does without a wherefore.
5:04 PM - 8 May 2018
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